Its been a while since I have blogged. So here we go with an another tale from the books of my life. This time I chose to write about my beloved ex-roomie. Now wait, don't get started off with ideas.
On a lazy Sunday, who would actually want to do the house hold chores, tell me?
But unfortunately that Sunday was my turn to clean up the kitchen & cook some meal. Though Jaadu was as thin as stick, he would gulp twice the amounts that I could manage to eat. Sigh! Oh and to clarify, Jaadu was my roomie.
A voice from no where came out, "Can you please boil the milk. I'm hungry"
“Yeah wait; I will do it “ I yelled back at him. He's always been a pain to me just like a douchebag. He orders as if he owns me! Damn him!
So well, I kept the milk to boil in a pot & looked vacantly into it as it boiled. It was at this time when my friend from San Diego called. I call her as a weekend-buddy. Because that the only time we get to speak. We speak so much, almost everything under the sun. So the conversation goes on & on without both of us keeping the track of time.
"I smell burnt milk" yelled a voice, again from no where.
Suddenly all my senses got alert. I realized that I had kept the milk to boil & it has been an hour that I hadn't turned it off.
The milk boiled, had condensed, had thickened, had thickened further, had slowly charred, and had finally be reduced to just flaky black soot! The whole thing was a mess, to be putting it mildly. It smelled horrible, I'm sure it could have acted as mild anesthesia for patients.
Jaadu woke up to see me in the crime scene, with overboiled-charred-remnants of what used to be milk before. I was caught red-handed. Not my first time, since I was 8th time guilty at the moment!
This time he lost his patience. "I will not help u a lil bit in cleaning this mess. I want the milk pot to be as clean as it was before. U better clean it right now" exclaimed Jaadu.
I had no words to say as I was caught guilty in the act. I pretended to clean the whole mess, cleaned the kitchen too & cooked some tomato-rasam & rice for lunch (because I knew this is the only way I could stop him from yelling any further)
My back yard at home was mysterious. You could find all kinds of gigantic, mangly weeds and shrubs growing about, with bushy grass and green meadows to give company. It was a mere time pass for us to sit in the evening & watch lizards in various colors hanging around as if they own the place. If we were lucky enough, we'd also find few snakes. Amma used to say they were harmless, that they were mostly just water snakes. Never mind, I didn’t try to fiddle or try to find out how dangerous they were, just because Amma called them harmless!
It was a feast for us to break-and-chop these unyielding weeds with their branches to build fire out of them. We used to do this every summer & call it our own lil celebration. A chicken barbecue would also make it to the celebrations, sometimes.
We both set out to the backyard to chop up some twigs, and pile it up. I was lazy, as always, to work, so I took as many breaks as possible, while at it. By the time jaadu had finished his part of work, I was only half finished with my share of work.
"What the hell" he shrieked! I turned back thinking the harmless snake just bit him. No it wasn't the snake. He came running back, with a charred old pot, that he had just found buried, underground.
"So now THIS explains why all our utensils from kitchen have been missing these days" said Jaadu in an angry tone.
I kept quiet pretending to be innocent and if anyone could read my mind, it would have read: “where did this golden pot emerge from?"
